I first became aware of the Prince Albert piercing about 10 years ago. One look was enough. That guy had to be nuts to do something like that to himself. However over the following months I would find myself thinking about it in unguarded moments.
At A Glance Author Sexy Senior Citizen Contact Sexy Senior Citizen@bme.anon When Three months ago Artist Allen Faulkner Studio Obscurities Location Dallas, Texas Then I purchased my first computer capable of going on line. While surfing for nothing in particular I came across many different pictures of piercings. For some reason the most memorable were of the PA. Fun to look at but totally beyond my comprehension.
Over the next couple of years piercing pictures became easier to locate and were better organized. Several sights specialized in them. Of all the piercings the PA was by far my favorite, but it was not an option for me personally. My puritanical childhood was dictating my choices. I did not have any piercings or tattoos.
Information about the "G Spot" began to show up regularly. This perked my interest as anything that would improve sexual relations had to be worthwhile.
It took several months before I put the two together; a PA would stimulate the "G Spot". Now that was interesting enough to think about and I did think about it. I also thought about my wife's reaction and knew she would go through the ceiling.
More years pasted but the thoughts were still there. I approached my wife with the though of getting her nipples pierced for her birthday. Her reaction, "If you want something pierced you go get it done to you." Oh yeah? Now this was an opportunity I did not expect.
Since nipples were the source of the discussion I took a look at mine, really looked for the first time. Yep, they were there but so tiny that piercing them was not a possibility. What else could be pierced? It was not that hard to find a spot that would be suitably private.
I did the research at this sight and several others and had a pretty good idea of what to expect.
I called Obscurities in Dallas and spoke with Allen. I waited and thought about what I was doing for several days. Finally I just told the wife I was going out for an hour or so and drove to the studio.
The studio was as clean and neat as a doctor's office. Everyone was as helpful as possible but the piercing I wanted, a deep reverse PA was not practical. Allen said he would do it but the healing time would be in years rather than weeks. Not a good situation.
After thinking this over for about ten minutes I decided that I had waited long enough; as long as I was there I might as well get something done. A PA with an 8-gauge SSS horseshoe barbell would be the answer.
I waited about 15 minutes for the preparations to be completed. A friendly couple at the counter looking at piercing jewelry said, "Good Luck," as I was motioned to the piercing room.
I dropped my pants to my knees, got on the table and lay back with my hands behind my head. I've been around too long to be embarrassed by anything least of all just dropping my pants. In that position I was unable to see what he was doing as my stomach was in the way. I am not out of shape; round is a shape. Allen asked if I was nervous. No, not at all and I held out my hand to show that it was steady.
The actual preparations are written in thousands of places so I won't go into that. He warned me that the receiving tube might hurt; it didn't, It was definitely a different feeling but not painful.
Time for the piercing, deep breath and it was through on the exhale. Yes it hurt but not as bad as I had expected. In fact the procedures required for blood donations produces much more discomfort.
The piercing was at 10 gauge and was stretched to 8 gauge. The jewelry was installed quickly and painlessly. The sensations at that point were nonexistent; I mean there was no feeling of anything out of the ordinary. I was unable, from sensation alone, to tell anything had been done; I had to look. No pain, no sensation at all, nothing. There was some blood but very little. He wrapped a couple gauze pads around it, put a plastic glove over that and a rubber band to hold it in place. I tipped him for a job well done and walked through the sales room to the exit. The couple at the counter looked surprised that I wasn't walking bow legged or something. I waved to them as I left. The pads came off before I got to the car.
I drove home expecting to be a bloody mess when I arrived. Apparently the bleeding had stopped because there wasn't any mess just a few small spots on my pants.
The first urination was also a non-event. Really, nothing unusual at all. A couple drops of blood were the only result. I wrapped some tissue around it and went to bed and watched TV for a while.
It took some time to convince the wife I wasn't crazy and that it really was to stimulate her. She decided to wait and see.
I woke up a couple hours later with a strong desire to urinate. My penis was at full erection but still there was no discomfort at all. The tissue had stuck to the blood but as urination preceded it came loose and fell of. Just a couple specks of blood resulted.
I wrapped some more tissue around it and went back to bed. In the morning the tissue was unstained; the towel I slept on was unmarked. There is absolutely no soreness or discomfort of any kind.
It has been two months now and there has not been any more bleeding. The area is a little tender but not sore. Urination has not cause any burning at all. I feel that healing is progressing nicely and I am beginning to enjoy the feel of the horseshoe swinging as I walk.
So there it is, the story of why an old duffer like me, Age 65, would do something as insane (wife's term) as this.
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